I told myself I was going to write a book and your name would be the title
in bold, size 75 Times New Roman
I told myself it would say all of the words I was too afraid to let out of my mouth
and maybe, just maybe you would read it and finally understand
I wouldn't even describe what you look like
because that's all irrelevant in the end, isn't it?
it's about words and how they left your mouth and how they broke me
and made me and made love to me
words that stay inside and fester
and words that come out that never should have left the safety of our tongues
bottom line, it's about you and me, us, and what went wrong
and terribly right
and everything in between
and now that you're gone, it's about me and what you left behind
tears on the pillow at night
lonesome love songs on the radio to prick blood from my soul
your picture in the books
in all of the books
with entry upon entry of love confessions written in the margins
you and I...
I'd do it all again, just to see you smile once
but for now I'm writing a book before I forget you and you age in my memory
I want to keep you in my heart forever
and cherish each beat as I go on
alone
